Would You Read Me? Don't Judge a Book by It's Cover (9)

And the book cover from last week's summary is...



Goodreads

The cover SUCKS, but the summary seemed pretty good. Furious girls, mythology, revenge... I'm there!

Let's play another little game shall we? I am going to give you guys a summary of a book that may or may not sound good (you be the judge) but I am not going to give you an image to accompany the book. This way we can find out if you would read it or not even if the image of the book sucks a lot.

There are people in this world who are Nobody. No one sees them. No one notices them. They live their lives under the radar, forgotten as soon as you turn away. That’s why they make the perfect assassins. The Institute finds these people when they’re young and takes them away for training. But an untrained Nobody is a threat to their organization. And threats must be eliminated. Sixteen-year-old Claire has been invisible her whole life, missed by the Institute’s monitoring. But now they’ve ID’ed her and send seventeen-year-old Nix to remove her. Yet the moment he lays eyes on her, he can’t make the hit. It’s as if Claire and Nix are the only people in the world for each other. And they are—because no one else ever notices them.

So, now, all you have to do is say if you would read it or not!

(Yes or no will suffice if you don't wanna write a lot)

Next Wednesday I will post a new summary with no image,

I will also post the cover and book information of this week.

Would I read this book? From the summary alone, I'd say no, but you HAVE to read the prologue! In fact, I'll add it below...

One week earlier . . . Nine letters. Two words. He refused to think of them as a name. With detached objectivity, his steady hands set the thin white paper, with its evenly spaced black lettering, to the side. He’d done this before. One, Two, Three . . . He’d do this again. More needles, more knives. More evenly spaced black letters that carved themselves, blood-red, into the recesses of his mind. The only way you can make a difference in this world is to kill. From the moment he’d opened the envelope and see the name, the pictures; from the moment he’d committed those nine letters to memory, the outcome had been a foregone conclusion. His target had been marked. Death was coming. So be it.

PS; If you know the name, image or whatever of this book do not say anything. Don't give any sort of information away please.